HOW LOSING MY VIBRATOR HELPED MY SEX LIFE

HOW LOSING MY VIBRATOR HELPED MY SEX LIFE

I know you have often heard and read about how dildos and vibrators have become substitutes for throbbing cocks right? Well, I beg to differ because losing my vibrator saved my sex life. Once upon a time, I was so addicted to using my vibrator that the arm that usually held the vibrator got bigger than its counterpart because of the frequency of use. My sex life soon became automated, and I forgot what a man’s dick felt like.

However, all of that changed soon after.

I had to travel out of England for a while, so I stayed with my mum in the West Midlands for a week before traveling to Gatwick to board a plane at the airport.

Fussing over their children is a universal characteristic of mothers, but mine takes it to new levels every time. So to save both of us some embarrassment, I decided to hide my vibrator in my rucksack where I thought it would be safe.

The days rolled past and then it was time to leave for Gatwick. I bade Mum goodbye and left.

A few hours later while carrying out my routine check, I discovered that my vibrator was still inside my rucksack. To make matters worse, a rushing passenger knocked down my rucksack, spilling its contents and causing my vibrator to roll towards a desk far away from me.

Since there was no way of retrieving it without embarrassment, I boarded the plane without it. Upon settling down at my new home, I sought company since I didn’t have a vibrator to occupy me.

That was when things got interesting.

I fucked three guys in the space of three months. Within this period, I had; anal sex with a 9inch dick (not a dildo); several orgasms on my kitchen worktop and a broken bed. These are indelible gifts from three different guys whom I do not think I would have met if I hadn’t lost my vibrator. So what seemed like a loss was an opportunity to change.

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